When I visited Comedy Central recently, they told me that in honor of my new comedy special, they wanted to do an intimate, Barbara Walters-style interview that would expose my innermost dreams, fears and secrets to the world. But since we couldn’t get Barbara, (why won’t she return my calls? I keep telling her the cat was already dead when I got there…) we got the only other person able to fully plumb the depths of my psyche and pull out the raw, naked, pulsing truth. Someone with absolutely no journalistic training, and yet an innate, extraordinary capability to talk for hours… to herself. Me.

Weird? Yes. Creepy, even? Definitely. Funny? Well, I don’t like to toot my own horn.

Hm. Actually, as you’ll see here, apparently I do.

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